Books Like Primal Hunter Novels & Stories

There was only the weight of my hands and the heat of the fire. The first true test of our return was the Primal Hunt. We didn't use scouts or sensors to track the elk herds through the valley. Killian shifted into his massive, slate grey form, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory joy that I hadn't seen since the first year of our union. I shifted beside him, my White Wolf form feeling heavy and powerful as I dug my claws into the rich, dark soil of the mountain.

I tell Travis and he stops eating and looks at me. “There is more then you could imagine. Some creatures are beautiful and mystifying, where others are what nightmares are made of. I hunt those creatures that wreak havoc on this earth and put them to justice. I like to think that I am one of the good guys.” Travis tells me and I wonder what creatures he hunts other than wolves. “You have me intrigued. What other creatures do you hunt?” I ask him and he stands and goes over to his bookshelves and pulls out a huge book and brings it over to desk that sits in the corner of the room.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Curious, I reach for it and brush it off. "Ooh," I gasp. It's not a book about werewolves. It's a hunter’s manual. Frowning, I flip through the pages and notice it’s is filled with gruesome details of how to hunt werewolves, how to kill them, and how to torture them. I glance up at Lucian, arching my brow. "Why would your parents have a book about werewolf hunters?" I ask, thumbing through more of the horrifying pages. Lucian lifts his head briefly to look at me, then lowers it back down to the stack of papers he’s sifting through.

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

While they remain in their human forms, I heavily sense their wolves at the surface. Just like me. “Now!” As I call out, we sprint down the cliff. Xavian and Xian run like beasts, all four limbs working together to move inhumanly fast, while I rely solely on my legs. My hair blows behind me, the resistance of the air having not an ounce of effect. The moment I land in the camp, I lunge at the first Omega. A warrior. He has a spear in his hands. His eyes are still wide upon feeling my Alpha aura when I yank out his heart.

Chapter 1: The Decision My hands were shaking as I clicked the confirmation button. I, Claire Thompson, 29 years old, soon-to-be-divorced (or at least separated), had just signed up for a primal hunt weekend. The website had been clear: consenting adults only. Safe words. Masks. No real names. The forest location was remote, private land, with experienced staff monitoring everything. Still, my heart was hammering like I’d already started running.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it